Yes, he was just like me. [a beat, a small intake of breath] Is. We are both wild-looking, our entire appearance needed to change to be hidden among humans.

[The fear and worry bubbles up in their throat. They so rarely bring up Hob, if only because talking about him being gone is so difficult. This many months apart and it still feels as if they can't breathe.]

I thought it must just be in my head. It had to be. I -

[Suddenly, their head turns to Milo, big eyes gone soft.]

May I ask you a question? Regarding your magic?